It was dinnertime, and all survivors were queuing to get their meals, with only mixed grain porridge and boiled potatoes in the window.”
Not far away, Feng Wentai’s bodyguards sat at another small table, each with a gun at their waist, with white rice and four side dishes in front of them, both meat and vegetarian, and two bottles of beer opened.
Zhou Rong seemed not to have seen them:
“Next, we will leave the fertilizer factory. All surviving civilians will take a shuttle bus to the South Sea Headquarters. We have obtained the latest virus research materials, which are of crucial importance to vaccine development…”
“One of your people died, and another is seriously injured?” Feng Wentai interrupted.
Zhou Rong said: “Yes.”
“What about that young brother who looked very…?”
“Lost,” Zhou Rong said succinctly.
“So now you only have four people.”
“Yes.”
Feng Wentai was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his tone had changed, with a slight coldness:
“Forgive my frankness, Captain Zhou. We’d better stay at the fertilizer factory and not act rashly. You should send a positioning signal to the South Sea Headquarters to call for a helicopter. If the materials you speak of are truly that important, the Central Command will surely take the initiative to pick us up…”
“There is no ‘Central Command’ anymore,” Zhou Rong said calmly. “The positioning signal cannot be received, and it is uncertain whether the other headquarters has fallen before contacting the South Sea.”
“Then we should go to the Northeast,” Feng Wentai immediately said.
“I have some territory back home in the Northeast, and a grain processing factory. If those brothers I raised are still alive, we could organize a considerable armed force. Moreover, the cold weather in the north will restrict zombie movements. From any perspective, it’s safer than going south to the densely populated coastal areas.”
Feng Wentai clearly had plans long in mind, and now spoke eloquently, then changed his tone:
